Head Above Water

by C.E. Ricci

But even death has nothing on losing someone who is still alive. Knowing someone you love is still walking this Earth, going about their day-to-day life, just not part of your life anymore.

Because, after all this time, one thing still rings true. I’d sell my soul to see that smile.

If an anchor is what he needs, an anchor I’ll be.

It’s not easy to keep someone else’s head above water when you’re drowning yourself.

“You’re a dream,” I whisper, my nose brushing his. “You’re a dream in the midst of my worst nightmare.”

“You’re the last person I’ve been with, East. And you’re the last person I’ll ever be with.”

“I was always yours, Cannon. Even when you didn’t want me, my heart still was in the palm of your hand.”